Applejack could hardly believe that it had been two years since that wonderful day that Golden Horseshoe was born to her and Troubleshoes. She watched as she played outside in the leaves one Autumn afternoon, hearing the joyful squeals that only a very happy filly could produce as her daughter threw the stick for their new dog and Winona both once more and watched them peel off after it.

They'd gotten Ryder, a mid-sized male terrier-mix, as a puppy when they'd gone to Fluttershy's cottage to pick a family pet. Fluttershy had adopted a terrier who had seemingly been abandoned at her cottage upon being found pregnant with mutts and had delivered the pups two months prior. The couple had come to take their choice once the pups were of age to be weaned, getting the first pick of the litter and taking him home that day.

The dog had just been a puppy when they'd gotten him, with Applejack ten months pregnant with Golden at the time, and now looking at him and her filly both, it was hard to believe how time had flown. The past first years of her life had been surprisingly uneventful and typical for a growing Earth Pony filly outside of a few minor highlights, with Applejack mostly watching Golden while Troubleshoes took her place in the field full-time, having left his clowning days behind not long after their marriage. They took turns switching between foal-duty and working out in the field every few days, and though Applejack had been against that idea at first, she eventually settled into a less active lifestyle than she was used to, taking on the motherly role required of her and finding she rather liked it.

As Applejack once more realized that Golden was playing alone with the dogs while Applejack was indoors taking care of the housework today, with Troubleshoes out helping Big Mac in the field on his turn of field and orchard duty, she could only think of her having somepony else to play with. Granny Smith was outside watching her from the porch to keep her out of mischief, but was definitely not a spring chicken when it came to playing with young fillies, instead mostly knitting while she glanced up whenever the filly stopped squealing in joviality for any extended period. As she thought about it more and more, of her little girl playing alone, she decided that maybe, just maybe, it was time.

Applejack and Trouble had always been very careful when she went into her estruses, both avoiding the temptation of just letting loose like they had that first year, not knowing if they were ready to have another foal just yet. Instead, Applejack would take herbs from her zebra friend Zecora, an alchemist, to minimize the effects of her heat, and Trouble would do his best to restrain his instincts as much as possible, knowing Applejack was still fertile even if she didn't emit her pheromone after she took the heat-suppressants.

When worse came to worst and the temptation grew too strong, they would always use oral to relieve each other as much as was possible, generally arranging themselves so they could service each other at the same time, or would use a condom freshly enchanted that day to prevent bursting before doing what they both needed so badly. Even if it didn't totally satisfy the burning in Applejack's belly, the one that not even the herbs or a few ruts without Trouble actually finishing inside her could, a protected rut and no foal was still better than total satisfaction at the cost of another baby they weren't ready for. Now, as Applejack felt and knew her body was starting to ready itself for another estrus within the next few days, she decided she would discuss with Troubleshoes what she'd been thinking over for a long time.

~

"'Ey Trouble, you an' Ah need t' talk," Applejack said as she lay with Troubleshoes on her bed later that day, with him having showered after coming in from work that evening and after they'd eaten, both now resting together in their shared bedroom and Applejack smelling the scent of lemon shampoo on him. Applejack had chosen to share the same bed with him this evening and snuggle with her stallion, while Granny Smith spent some more quality time with her first great-grandfoal, insisting that they deserved some time alone together even with a foal. She was so understanding, and Trouble did not, and would never, say no to snuggles and alone time with his mare.

"Yeah? What about, mah li'l' apple pie?" Trouble asked as he nuzzled against Applejack and started playfully nipping at her ear, getting a smile and exaggerated groan from her as she gently pushed him away.

"C'mon now, this is serious," Applejack said, with Troubleshoes quickly stopping his pressing against her hoof and resumed nibbling as she said that. After a moment of considering what to say, Applejack spoke again; "Ah want t' talk to you 'bout us havin' another foal."

At that last word, Troubleshoes' eyes widened and he got a slightly panicked expression on his face. "B-but when we 'did it' yer last estrus we used a condom! A good, new condom that actually fit, and this time it didn't pop...how could ya possibly...be..." He cut himself off. Maybe if he didn't say it, it wouldn't be true. "Ah...knew that was a bad idea."

At that initial reaction, Applejack considered backing out of the idea but decided to press on anyhow. "Nah Sugarcube, ain't nothin' like that...yet. Y'see, Ah was thinkin'...Ah was thinkin' 'bout you an' Ah makin' Goldie a li'l' brother er sister mah next estrus." she said, following with a soft smile and a loving expression. "Ah mean, Ah know Big Mac an' Cheerilee are gonna have their foal soon and Golden could play with him or her in a while, an' that she'll likely make lotsa friends when she goes to school in a couple years, but 't'ain't th' same as havin' a li'l' bro or sis all yer own t'play with, an' t' love 'n' care for. Ah should know, with me havin' Apple Bloom an' all..."

"Ah...Ah dunno Applejack. Y'sure about this? Ah mean, Golden jus' recently got more independent, an'...well, are y' sure yer ready to do all of this again, not t' mention carrying another foal?" Trouble asked, his tone showing not hesitance on the idea of having another foal, but instead concern for her, "...an speakin' of, are y' sure yer body's even ready for another foal? Ah mean, Ah know that pregnancy takes a lot outta a mare, an' that it takes a while for her to recover..."

Applejack smiled as Troubleshoes showed his concern for her, then softly nodded her head. " Well firstly, Ah am totally ready fer havin' another foal, both mentally and physically. Doc only said Ah needed 'bout a year, and two years at most, t' fully recover from carrying and foaling, so Ahm totally healthy in that respect. Plus, Ah thought long an' hard 'bout whether Ah was ready personally fer another bundle a joy. Ahm ready Sugarcube, an' Ah just wanted to know if you were ready. Ah know how hard it was workin' while gettin' as little sleep as y' did when Golden was newborn, an' then when she was cuttin' her teeth..." Applejack said with a wince, remembering how closely Troubleshoes had resembled a zompony during those long first months.

As Troubleshoes looked into Applejack's eyes, he saw that she truly did want this. He looked away with a sigh, one of submission and agreeance rather than frustration, before he nodded. "Alright. If yer ready t' have another foal, th'n so am I." he said, before meeting her gaze again with a smile. "So, when d' ya go into yer heat?" he asked, only to get a sultry smile from her, with her leaning close to him and whispering in his ear.

"Any day now."

~

As the days passed, the couple grew more and more physical with each other, with Troubleshoes instinctively sensing that Applejack was close to her estrus, her scent growing closer and closer to that of a fertile mare. He'd noticed that she'd started coming out to the fields with him recently, knowing she was within a day at that point if she was keeping him that close to her.

While Applejack clearly showed enthusiasm for having another foal, Troubleshoes was more reserved. Sure, he'd promised Applejack more foals when she'd asked him for them shortly after they'd gotten married, but did that mean they needed to get started on the next so soon? Then too, it was best to have a smaller age gap between foals after all. Maybe it was the right time after all.

~ ~ ~

A few days after their discussion and agreement of having another foal, Applejack had awoken after Troubleshoes had gone out to work in the fields again, finding the subtle burn in her belly she was so familiar with and knowing just what that meant; that she'd just gone into her heat within the past few hours, and today was the day at long last. She made sure to put on the broach today of all days, knowing she needed all the help she could get to make it a success. Granny Smith had told them the broaches helped with fertility as well as general good luck, and she chose to use that to her advantage.

She quickly decided to go out and see her stallion out in the fields again, her instincts urging her to be with him. As the fates would have it, today was one of Big Mac's days off given it was after Winter Wrapup and the workload was low, leaving Applejack to go and work the fields while he presumably went and spent some time with his very pregnant mare and wife Cheerilee, with her carrying the first of their many planned foals. Golden was left to be watched by Granny Smith, the elder mare loving her great-grandchild and treasuring every moment she had alone with her. Applejack headed outside and found the weather rather cool today, but was most definitely certain that it would heat up soon enough if she had anything to do with it.

As Applejack moments later approached Troubleshoes and instantly met her muzzle to his in a passionate kiss, she realized that he'd been turned to face her, seemingly awaiting her arrival. After they broke the kiss a while later, Applejack couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Y'could smell me 'fore Ah even got here, couldn't ya?" Applejack asked sensually, only receiving a hesitant nod from Troubleshoes. She noticed he wore his broach as well. Perfect.

As Applejack approached him and got right next to him, Troubleshoes could feel his nostrils flaring as he smelled a mare in heat so close, letting out a quiet, deep-toned breeding whinny in response. He noticed Applejack's tail lifting in response to it and chanced to nip her ear. As he did, Applejack responded with a quiet, surprised whinny of her own, but its tone suggested surprise more than lust. Applejack hadn't expected such a primitive gesture from him!

"Th'n ya know what Ahm here for huh? Heh, Ah guess Ah bring th' animal out in ya, huh Sugarcube?" Applejack asked in a throaty tone as she glanced down and saw Trouble's girth peaking out already in response to a fertile mare being right in front of him, giving a quiet, eager whicker of her own at the sight. She knew she wanted it, yet...

"Applejack, are ya...ready?" Troubleshoes asked, the desire in his voice more than obvious.

This is exactly what Applejack had planned on. Get him all wrapped around her hoof before..."Y'know Sugarcube, Ah've been havin' second thoughts after all. Maybe we shouldn't be havin' a foal jus' yet..." Applejack said teasingly as she saw Troubleshoes stallionhood at its full, almost unbelievable, length once more, a drop of pre-cum already on its flat head. "Ah mean, we'll just get all wet an' sticky 'n' sweaty, might have t' take a shower t'gether... an' don't get me started on how good and relieved it'll make us..."

"Applejack...come here." Troubleshoes interrupted, but it wasn't the voice of her love, the stallion she'd married and who cared for her. No, this was the demand of a stallion who was going into his rut because of her, the voice of Troubleshoes' deepest and most basic need coming to light and demanding her to come to him. To be bred by him.

"...an' what if Ah don't?" Applejack asked in mock challenge, her still-flagged tail swishing over her back, spreading her scent even more and showing her true opinion on the matter.

"Applejack, Ah asked y' t' c'mere." Troubleshoes asked again, this time more demandingly, clearly starting to lose control of himself as he knew what Applejack truly wanted and that she was playing hard-to-get intentionally. He had asked her multiple times over the past couple days and had gotten the same answer each time he had, making him absolutely sure of her desires; positive that she wanted to bring another life into this world, with him full-heartedly siding with her decision.

"Oh yeah?" Applejack asked again in a defiant tone, scraping a hoof against the ground and bending down slightly, as if to charge at him; "Why don't y' come get me?"

As Trouble indeed moved towards her, Applejack trotted further away from him, but with Trouble in hot pursuit. Applejack was indeed growing nearer and nearer to her own point of no return as she again caught a waft of her stallion's masculine scent and his pheromones alongside, knowing it wouldn't be long before—

"C'mon Trouble, come claim yer naughty, disobedient mare already and make 'er submit t' ya! Hold 'er down then give 'er yer foal!" Applejack nearly shouted, still turned defiantly towards him even though her tail was still flagged in invitation.

"Applejack, Ah...Ah don't want t'..." Troubleshoes said, his last shred of resistance and civility kicking in, fighting his instincts to dominate this 'unwilling mare' and 'force' himself upon her; "Ah...don't want t' hurt ya."

"C'mon Trouble, Ah want ya. Claim me as yer mare again! Claim mah womb fer yer second foal!" Applejack said with vigor, before then simply waiting for him to make his move. She knew it wouldn't be long.

Finally unable to take any more teasing, Troubleshoes trotted up to Applejack and, before she could get away again, nipped her rump. This made Applejack stop in place, giving a muffled whinny in response as a small amount of her urine streamed down onto the ground and her clit winked on reflex, her body showing her total readiness to her stallion. As Trouble saw that, he nipped her rear again and saw her flinch in response, then saw as her back legs spread more and she winked repeatedly, her very slick entrance all the more inviting him on instinct.

"C'mon Trouble, what's th' hold up?" Applejack asked impatiently, wanting, needing to feel her stallion on and in her.

"Knock me up already!"

At that final straw being dropped, Troubleshoes gave a loud breeding whinny, almost sounding like a growl in its intensity as he reared up and lunged forward, mounting his demanding, defiant mare. Almost instantly, he started by grabbing Applejack's crest between his teeth to hold her in place, his forelegs locking around her barrel as his hips started their instinctive undulations, his thrusts working to find their obviously-presented goal.

"AH! There we go!" Applejack cried out in a lustful tone of her own, her breeding instincts going haywire as she was being taken so...primally. She felt his tip tapping against her rump roughly and rapidly, his humps too eager for him to enter her easily, feeling as he got closer and closer to—

"A-AHHHH! Ooooooh yeeeeeah!" Applejack moaned out as his last thrust struck true, hearing Trouble whinny out in instinctive victory as a good few inches of his length entered her ready passage and slid deeper by the second, making her moan again as her highly-sensitive marehood had something to very tightly clench on now.

Those tight squeezes didn't stop Troubleshoes as, right upon reaching the end of her canal, he immediately got back to work pounding his rebellious, needing mare into submission, hearing her cries of pleasure as with each thrust he bottomed out in her; stretching her muscles wide as he always did when they made love, forcing his head tightly against her dilated cervix. Troubleshoes knew he had more to give still but had nowhere to put it. He'd long ago promised he wouldn't hilt her again...unless she asked him to.

As Trouble yanked himself out and pulled on Applejack's crest as he thrust back in, Applejack gave a feral whinny as he slammed home and she heard the wet clap of his swollen balls against her soaked teats, before immediately pulling out to repeat it all over again. This wasn't making love. This was being bred, feral and as nature intended, its only goal to make a foal...and Applejack absolutely loved it.

"A-aaaaah!" Applejack cried out again in pure pleasure, the loud squelch of his cock roughly slamming into her soaked passage once more sounding out to both of them with a loud slap of wet flesh on flesh, telling her just how soaked she was, her muscles kneading the rock-hard breeding rod buried deep within her on their own. Her mind was ablaze as she was surrounded by the scent and warmth of her virile stallion wrapped around and covering her, with him so totally dominating her, doing his damnedest to keep her from moving again until he'd seeded her womb and was done with her. She was lightly trembling with each relentless, forceful thrust he gave her, his forehooves gripping her barrel tightly, not risking her getting away again. Little did his animal mind know, she was more than willing to receive his foal, and had been from the very start.

"M-MORE! D-Don't stop!" Applejack demanded, feeling Trouble less-than-gently yanking on her crest as he rammed himself into her, using that leverage to get even deeper and press roughly against her tight, inmost ring. Each time his head met that barrier, Applejack remembered back to the first time when he'd sunk to the hilt in her, entering the very core of her then-too fertile body. She remembered the pain, yes, but also the sheer ecstasy of it; the feeling of his warm, virile cum pumping into her very womb, his flare spreading her deepest, most sacred chamber so widely...

"D-Deeper! Put it all th' way in me CONSARN IT!" Applejack suddenly demanded, but quite to the contrary, Troubleshoes stopped dead. Applejack immediately cried out in protest, her hips pushing back on him, trying to eek out what pleasure she could from grinding against him, wondering why he'd stopped so suddenly and left her pleasure hanging. She was answered a moment later as he shuffled his back hooves and shifted his angle further downwards. Moments later, Applejack whinnied in pleasure as she felt his thick tip ram against her cervix, then again and again, with Trouble now working hard to get as deep into his mare as she'd demanded of him.

~

After a number of very rough thrusts against Applejack's cervix, Applejack felt that painful, yet mindblowingly-intense, spreading sensation she had the first time they'd bred and she'd slipped and fell onto him, letting out a scream of ecstasy as she came right then. As her desperate clenching on him was so sudden and unexpected, and with Trouble running purely on instinct himself, he quickly hilted himself into her womb as he felt her whole tract squeezing so needfully around him, her body already working hard to claim his foal as it squeezed him from base to flaring tip. Her fluids gushed onto his crotch and balls as his own tail started to flag, signaling his own orgasm as his balls tensed up against his body, ready to deliver his virile sperm deep inside his proliferous mare's womb, feeling his unbelievably enormous flare stretching her innermost depths wide once again.

After a few seconds of pulsing and flaring as deep inside her milking, winking tract as possible, feeling her foal-oven itself growing tighter around him as he swelled massively within it, Trouble gave out a very loud, dominating whinny and bit down even harder on her crest as he felt the first gush of his seed flood into her receptive core. The whinny was muffled only slightly by the mouthful of her hair and skin he still held tightly in his mouth, Troubleshoes bellowing his conquest out; claiming his mare and letting the world know that she was his; that her foal would be his. The massive flare of pleasure that exploded in his mind made his hips continue to jerkily thrust into her, before a few humps in he slowed and stopped again.

Applejack in turn gave a cry of her own as she felt that deep, hot gush after gush of sticky wetness in her core, feeling her stallion's warm cum spraying and pooling in her over and over, feeling herself massaging his pulsing cock of every warm shot of his heat-cooling balm into her deepest cove.

The feeling of utter satisfaction as her burning and itching there swiftly was replaced once more by that satisfying, warm and soothing feeling deep within her core.

The feeling she'd so badly missed all of her previous heats that they'd had to use a condom, with the lack of it leaving her instinctively unsatisfied.

The deeply satisfying feeling of a foal being pumped into her womb once more.

They both held still as they came together, completely tensed now as Troubleshoes' seed claimed its rightful place directly inside his mare's womb once more, the only movement from them being the heaving of their chests, the occasional quiver from Applejack, and the internal movements of their bodies conceiving a foal. After a good number of seconds of filling her full, his huge flare giving his cum nowhere to go but up, Troubleshoes eventually slid off of Applejack's back. His cum-soaked stallionhood slid out of her with a loud schlick, a stream of his seed soon following as his softened length swung gently side to side before stopping.

Neither spoke for a while, with Applejack quickly slumping to the ground and rolling onto her back as soon as he dismounted her, her face one of pure satisfaction as her hooves idly traced her lower belly, right over the lump of warmth that Troubleshoes had left in her. Her position on her back made sure all of that creamy warmth stayed as deep within her as possible, in her womb where it was needed, Applejack wanting to make sure this wasn't for naught. She wanted his foal.

As Applejack kept tracing her lightly-swollen belly, she knew it would soon be swelling much more with a new life soon. She rubbed for a few minutes more as she and her stud rested, the sheer amount of cum stretching so deep inside her telling her she'd very likely soon be pregnant again. Her family was very fertile after all.

"W-Wow..." was all Applejack could stutter after countless minutes of silence, her mouth finally being able to form words again. She stood, then gave Troubleshoes a deep kiss, which he gladly returned. "Dang, Ahm gonna be walkin' funny fer a while, but hoo-ey was it worth it! Y' were amazin' Sugarcube! Holy hay, if teasin' ya before gets us this good'a orgasm an' me THIS much cum, Ahm gonna have to do it WAY more often!"

Troubleshoes sat there in his post-coitus daze, swaying lightly as his body slowly flushed the endorphins from his system. As he looked at Applejack again, he noticed a small bit of dried blood that had trickled from her crest where he'd apparently broken the skin from biting her too hard in his breeding haze, making him grow worried about how he'd hurt her. "Ahm...really sorry. Ah was too rough, an'—"

Troubleshoes was swiftly interrupted by another harsh kiss, making him whinny quietly in surprise. When Applejack pulled away seconds later, she simply had a very pleased, beyond-satisfied expression on her face. "Sweetie, that was th' best sex we've ever had, ya gave me another foal, and yer apologizin' fer it jus' cuz Ah got a li'l' love nip from ya?! Unbelievable..." she said with a laugh. "Y' better enjoy this li'l' break yer gettin', cuz we ain't stoppin' 'til mah heat's over an' Ahm sure Ah got a foal in mah belly..." Applejack virtually growled, making Troubleshoes' eyes widen.

Minutes later, and true to her word, Trouble already saw Applejack stand and flag her tail to him, lowering her front half slightly and presenting her quite-soaked marehood to him, both his and her climaxes still decorating it. "Ahlright, break's up," Applejack said, swaying her hips side to side, her clit winking rapidly to him in invitation. "C'mon, get to it! Rut me pregnant!"

Troubleshoes' was surprised to find he was still hard as steel even after already breeding her once, his still-damp penis slapping against his underbarrel as he gave another breeding whinny, picking up on her fertile scent once more. He quickly mounted his heated mare and thrust right into her womb again with the first deep hump, getting quite the pleased squeal from her as he did, her very slippery passage instantly clamping down on his entirety.

"It's just mah luck... Ah gotta rut a beautiful mare like you over, an' over, an' over..." Trouble said with mock disappointment as he pulled out and roughly hilted in her again, punctuating each thrust with a repetition for a short while; easily moving through her as his seed and her thick natural lube made him slide easily, getting another cry from her and a moan from him as she continued to reflexively knead the stallion inside her; trying already to claim a second big batch of his beautiful bubbling baby-batter to guarantee she got what he'd promised her.

"J-Jus' shut th' buck up 'n' rut me!" Applejack moaned out, another huge swell of pleasure rolling through her as he once more slammed himself into her sticky, white-painted depths.

And so he did as asked.

Many, many times, in many, many different ways.

Author's Note

Who knew Applejack could get so...dominating? Or Trouble for that matter!

Anyhow, hope you liked this chapter. I have one more planned likely, but maybe (very tiny maybe) more.